"You're just having a granola bar?" asked Madeline to Skye while opening her lunch bag.
Skye unwrapped her bar. "Yeah, it's tasty."
"But don't you want something bigger?" recommended Andrea. "Like a banana? Or a Gatorade? A turkey sandwich?"
"I don't eat chicken."
"Well, excuse me."
"Granola bars give me that extra energy."
"Yeah, in the morning," said Madeline. "But it's lunchtime."
"Well, this was all I brought. So if it's meant to be eaten, then eat it."
"Like chicken," said Andrea.
"Shut up," Skye scowled.
"Speaking of chicken, the Cow Belles have already arrived," Madeline said with her head turned.
The girls looked in the same direction to gaze at two girls far from their table: one Caucasian, one African-American. They were dressed similar to one another and talking to a short, blonde girl in a pink jacket.
"Why do we call them the Cow Belles again?" asked Lizzie.
"Because one is black and the other is white," Andrea answered.
"I thought Pamela was Polish," said Debra.
"And isn't Mauricia half-Chilean?" asked Lizzie.
"Wow, I love my racist friends," Skye joked.
"Hey, we're not racist," said Madeline, turning around. "We just don't know."
"What are they talking about?" asked Debra, still looking.
"What don't they talk about?" said Madeline. "They could be saying her jacket's not cute; they could be saying her hair is too flat; they could be saying her chest is not big."
The girls then witnessed the blonde girl crying into the palms of her hands and running out of the cafeteria.
"Or it could be all of the above," said Lizzie.
"That poor girl," Debra put her hand on her chest.
"Please, she owed me money," Andrea rolled her eyes.
"Andrea, what a terrible thing to say!"
"I say terrible things all the time. Do I mean them sometimes? No. Do I still say them? Yes."
"I know I feel bad," admitted Madeline.
"Those girls need a talking to," said Debra.
"Like they would listen," said Lizzie.
Andrea started to notice the Cow Belles walking more closer and closer to the girls' table. "Where are they going?" she asked.
"Don't come here, don't come here, don't come here..." Skye muttered.
The Cow Belles kept walking until they were inches away from the table.
"Well, hello girls," said the Caucasian girl with brown hair and green eyes.
"Dang it," Skye whispered to herself.
"We've noticed you girls staring at us," noted the African-American girl with black hair and hazel eyes.
"So what, Mauricia?" Madeline sassed.
"So staring is rude. Sometimes you got to keep your eyes to yourselves. Ain't that right, Pamela?"
"Right," Pamela replied. "We don't be looking at you."
"Maybe that's because you're intimidated by us," Andrea responded.
"Intimidated?" Mauricia repeated. "We're the most fabulous girls in the school. You're intimidated by us."
"Yeah," said Pamela, "saying that we're intimidated by you is like saying that rabbits don't like carrots."
"That's a lie."
"A straight-up lie."
"So is that all why you two came over here?" asked Madeline, rolling her eyes.
"Pretty much," said Mauricia. "You just need to treat us with some respect."
"You couldn't spell 'respect' if you two were singing an Aretha Franklin song," said Lizzie.
Lizzie and Madeline high-fived.
"And you couldn't spell 'Louboutins' if they were nailed to your feet," said Pamela.
"Oh!" Mauricia uttered before high-fiving Pamela.
Lizzie scrunched her eyebrow. "Well, that's clever. You still talked to that girl rudely."
"Oh, you mean Jamie?" asked Pamela.
"Jamie owes me twelve dollars," mumbled Andrea.
"We were just talking to Jamie," continued Pamela, "and giving her advice."
"Advice that she needed right away," Mauricia added.
"So we basically was helping her, which is nice of us by the way."
"So nice."
"I don't care what you told that Jamie girl," said Debra. "She left crying and you should apologize to her."
"Oh, mind your business, Synclaire," said Pamela.
"Synclaire?" Debra mouthed to herself.
"Look, Pamela and Mauricia," Madeline started, "you two have no business coming up to us like this. If you don't want to talk, then don't talk. Plus, this area is only for real people and you two are fake. So goodbye."
"Oh, we're fake?" questioned Mauricia.
"Dolls are fake; Santa's fake; gold from China is fake," Pamela listed. "Do we look like gold from China?"
"No, but you look like trash from China," replied Skye. "Actually, trash from any country."
The girls laughed with the Cow Belles just glaring at them.
"Oh, we are not fake," said Mauricia. "We'll tell you that."
"We're passed fake," said Pamela. "But we'll show you fake."
"We'll show you fake like never before."
The Cow Belles walked away from the girls arm-in-arm, mimicking each other's sashay.
"I can't believe those girls," said Skye.
"They make me sick," said Andrea. "I don't know why they bother."
"Who's Synclaire?" Debra asked.
The girls looked at her, all with confused expressions.
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